This from Marilyn, on Facebook, all.
The unthinkable happened on Wednesday morning, September 21st in Belmont
Ave, Nth Capitol Hill. My beloved husband Max Richards was hit by a car,
whilst he was out walking our sweet labrador, Pink. Max sustained massive
head injuries, and died later that evening at Harborview Emergency and
Trauma unit.
In the space of a second, I lost my whole world. And the world lost a
special human being.
Here is Max at a playwriting class at the Freehold Theatre just one week
prior to his final day on this earth. (photo here) And poor bereft Pink,
who according to the policeman who brought her home, resisted efforts to
separate her from her master, as he lay dying in the middle of the road,
surrounded by a ring of cars that served to keep him and the kind
first-responders safe within a barrier of love and care. I draw much
comfort from the image of this reported circle of love.
I am sure that the serenity of his face as he passed was linked to these
final vital experiences: a stunning Fall morning; a devoted family Labrador
sharing fully in all his pleasures, and pains; and a circle of communion,
holding his hand throughout the ordeal.
But how is it that he's not lying beside me on our bed tonight? The dogs
and I can't fathom it.
R.I.P. dearest beloved.
Thank you for all your generous forbearance; for two decades of purest joy.
This is all I know. Max, a giant friend, gone.
Bill
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